I've seen the cookies and the damage done.

Well, it is that time of year, you know.  You do know what I'm talking about, don't you?  The day I climb up on the scale to see how much damage the holidays have done.  Since I tend to track a lot of my personal information, I can tell you the last time I weighed myself was on November 21, 2014, just before Thanksgiving.

I did cringe a bit before stepping onto my Ironman this morning.  You see, during the holidays I'm always on a "see food" diet:  I see food and I eat food.  Except for those terrible Christmas cookies I had at work, everything tasted scrumptious, and I'm including quite a lot here.  There was Boston creme pie, and red velvet cake, and coconut cake, and snicker doodles (love those), and sand tarts, and chocolate chip cookies, and... well the list goes on and on.  You'll notice I'm not including two turkey dinners and and a pork and sauerkraut feast.  Anyway, this morning it was time to see how much damage was done.

And the total cumulative gain I'd wrought was... 6.2 pounds.  To be perfectly honest, I was quite relieved.  I was expecting a much higher figure, since I really do love to eat.  I'm not too concerned since the weight should be gone in about 2 - 3 weeks.  In fact, the first thing I did after weighing myself was set up a cardio / weight training regime.  Believe me, I'll be fine, just as long as no one waves a croissant in front of my nose.

The saga of stupid paint customers continues...

Well, we're now in 2015 - yippee!  The change in calendar year does not mean people buying paint have gotten any more intelligent.  Take yesterday, for example.  A woman comes to the paint desk with a detailed drawing of a living / room dining room she and her husband are going to paint.  She spreads it out on the counter and asks me how much paint she's going to need.  After looking at it carefully, I asked her how high her walls were.  Long seconds started passing as she pondered this evidently nearly impossible question.  Her eventual response was, "well, my husband is 6' 5"," which failed to answer the question entirely.  So I asked again "well, how high are your ceilings?"  At this point she stepped into aisle 6 and yelled for her husband.  When he joined us at the paint desk she asked him the same question.  He promptly stuck his hand up in the air, over his head, as though trying to touch the ceiling, and said "Gee, I don't know."

Sometimes I see this....

For those of you thinking of painting a room, know the height of your walls since that's what you're going to be painting.  Unless you're painting your floor, telling me your room is 10 x 10 tells me nothing.  We eventually decided their walls were between 8 and 9 feet high and I mixed their paint.  When it was sitting on the counter waiting for them to pick it up, this same woman comes back to me and asks if I've mixed their paint yet.  I pointed to the mixed paint on the counter.  She said "gee, I forgot to tell you about the big picture window and the large archway, they weren't in my drawing."